i know what you're thinking. "but, amanda, you can't afford to drink and you hate dancing and you don't like hanging out with people." and it's all true. but my pal mike beauchamp is shipping out for the coast gaurd soon so i stopped by for his going away party.
it was pretty cool hanging out with my old UPS crew now that i don't have to face them at work. i could just be me. and it's crazy... the me i am is SO vastly different from the me that i've been these last few years (except in kansas).
i mean i apparently fucking love to dance! i thought for sure that i hated it, but it turns out i really just hate being judged by my dickweed friends. so last night i was hanging out with people i will probably never see again in a bar full of people i will never know and i just fucking let go because i really couldn't be bothered to care about what (if anything) they thought of me.
and i danced with strangers! when they asked my name i told them it was none of their damn business and they should just shut up and dance. god, i'm such a bitch!
i even danced on the bar and on the stage with a few of the girls i was with. of course i pretended that i was really opposed to getting up there, but i wasn't. it's not that i wanted people to look at me or be impressed with my body or dancing. it was just that the 'bongo song' came on and i really just wanted more room to groove.
god i had such a blast.
i tried to get pictures with my phone, but everyone was too drunk to deal with it.
man... i kept thinking back to the crackhouse rave and how much of a fucking fabulous time i had that night. i wish i could be like that around my friends all of the time. i have no idea why that night was any different. i wasn't even drunk.
but, man, dancing is so great.
they played a techno set at the club and it really made me want to go to parties again. not for the drugs. for the music. the people. the good goddamn times to be had. i wish that i weren't poor and that i had more time. sigh, sigh, sigh...
in other news:
>> i puked on my roos. damn it.
>> mcdonald's raised the price of my hangover meal (2 cheesburgers). those fucks!
>> i have a new favorite song [fight club (featuring laurent konrad) - spread love]. it's even better than "disco babes ..." it's quite possibly the most mindless repetitive techno track there ever was but holy shit does it get me pumped up. it is definitely my theme song. someone should by me this record (and turntables). oh and there's even a mix with dannii minogue's push and benny benassi's satisfaction--two of my very recent ex-favorite tracks.
god i'm pumped up!
i really don't feel like doing calculus.
i feel like dancing...